He gasped dramatically, making me laugh, "I am always a softie, Fiery."
"I'd beg to differ," I teased.
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"Oh, I love when you beg," he countered with a mischievous glint in his eyes, causing me to redden.
"I'll make you beg." I retorted, narrowing my eyes on him.
His eyebrows twitched upward, a smile on his face, "Oh, I love to beg."
I blushed again. "Asshole."
As the moonlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow upon us, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. In his embrace, sleep came over me like a soft breeze or the rain's pitter patters on my skin. I felt so much for him.
"Zion and grace are going to town," Azriel said, as he bought breakfast to me,